{"quotes":[{"text":"If you haven’t figured it out yet, an absolutely certain way to lose something as quickly as possible is to forget the privilege you have to possess it in the first place.","author":"Craig D. Lounsbrough","tags":["blessing","blessings","careless","carelessness","discover","discovered","entitlement","forget","forgetfulness","forgot","forsake","forsaken","greed","ignorance","laziness","lazy","lose","loss","losses","lost","opportunity","owed","possess","possession","privilege","rights","self-centered","selfish","selfishness","stupid","stupidity"],"id":10125,"author_id":"Craig+D.+Lounsbrough"},{"text":"A piece of art comes to life, when we can feel, it is breathing, when it talks to us and starts raising questions. It may dispel biased perceptions; make us recognize ignored fragments and remember forsaken episodes of our life story. Art may sometimes even be nasty and disturbing, if we don’t want to consent to its philosophy or concept, but it might, in the end, perhaps reconcile us with ourselves. ('When is Art?').","author":"Erik Pevernagie","tags":["art","biased","breathing","come-to-life","concept","consent-to","dispel","disturbing","feel","forsaken","fragments","ignored","in-the-end","nasty","perceptions","philosophy","piece-of-art","raise-questions","recognize","reconcile","remember","sometimes","start","talk-to"],"id":24141,"author_id":"Erik+Pevernagie"},{"text":"Disappointment focuses on ‘what is not,’ and completely misses the far greater reality of ‘what now is.","author":"Craig D. Lounsbrough","tags":["bypass","disappoint","disappointment","discouraged","discouragement","focus","forsake","forsaken","misdirected","misinterpreted","missed","optimism","pessimism","reality"],"id":38605,"author_id":"Craig+D.+Lounsbrough"},{"text":"Starting over begins when I develop a reawakened appreciation for what I already have, a renewed recognition of what I’ve recklessly forsaken, a rehabilitated understanding that I foolishly do both of those things, and a revitalized commitment to live the rest of my life never doing either of them again.","author":"Craig D. Lounsbrough","tags":["appreciate","appreciation","awaken","begin","begin-again","beginning","care","caution","cherish","discernment","discretion","foolish","foolishness","forsake","forsaken","reawaken","recognition","restart","savor","squander","start","thankful","thankfulness","value","wisdom"],"id":74728,"author_id":"Craig+D.+Lounsbrough"},{"text":"Don’t let your dreams be forsaken by the starry nights.","author":"Munia Khan","tags":["don-t","dream","dreams","forsake","forsaken","night","nights","starry","starry-night"],"id":112535,"author_id":"Munia+Khan"},{"text":"He’s focused on something—or someone—over her shoulder.The harmonious warbling of the rainforest morphs into organized disarray, as if a primitive maestro has thrown conducting to the wind and let Mother Nature take over. Birds trill a warning as the breeze rustles the plant life. Wings flutter overhead. A crescendo of stridulation changes tempo, the insects seemingly performing a sonata as the rhythm shifts yet again.“What—who is it?” Summer asks in a strained whisper.His gaze lands on her, his brows furrowing. “The Forsaken.","author":"Laura Kreitzer","tags":["action","dystopian","forsaken","love","romance","scifi","ya","young-adult"],"id":143121,"author_id":"Laura+Kreitzer"},{"text":"The church grew very lonely about him, and he began to feel like a child whose mother has forsaken it. Only he knew that to be left alone is not always to be forsaken.","author":"George MacDonald","tags":["alone","forsaken","hope","lonely"],"id":173000,"author_id":"George+MacDonald"},{"text":"And again, the dark street. The dark, dark street. The women out shopping for the evening meal of course, and baby carriage and the silver bicycle were already painted out by the darkness; most of the commuters too were already in place in their filing-drawer houses. A half-forsaken chasm of time .... ","author":"Kōbō Abe","tags":["chasm","darkness","forsaken","life"],"id":209670,"author_id":"K%C5%8Db%C5%8D+Abe"},{"text":"And no matter what closet we were thrown in, up what river we were sold for an embarrassment, or worse, traded for a bottle of gin--we’d carry on in playful stitches, friends‘til the end…which came sooner than wished.","author":"Kristen Henderson","tags":["bottle-of-gin","discarded","dolls","forsaken","friendship","girls","heartbreak","kissing","lesbian-poem","love","playful","sold-up-the-river","tomboy-love","two-of-a-kind"],"id":275305,"author_id":"Kristen+Henderson"},{"text":"...Because it is the privilige and the curse of midnight's children to be both masters and victims of their times, to forsake privacy and be sucked into the annihilating whirlpool of the multitudes, and to be unable to live or die in peace.","author":"Salman Rushdie","tags":["anonymity","forsaken","life","peace","privacy"],"id":366228,"author_id":"Salman+Rushdie"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":12,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}